His 

Prayer of Hate 



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Copyright, 1Q15 

by 

George Grant Morrison 
Toledo, OKio 

U.S.A. 



©CI,A401146 

MAY 27 1915 






FOREGLEAM 



Recently, the Kaiser bestowed upon one of his subjects, 
high official decoration and many evidences of marked favor 
for having written Germany's Prayer of Hate. 

Perhaps this is irref ragible proof of that super-eminent 
state of Culture, claimed as justification for Germanic 
World Dominion. 

Readers will recognize in the inclosed Prayer, the quo- 
tations appearing in italics. 



Recently, complete investigations, supported by chemi- 
cal and microscopical tests, conclusively disclosed the use by 
the Germans of concealed phosphorous within their shrap- 
nel and shells. This horrible, insidious poison immensely 
accentuates and prolongs the sufferings of the wounded, 
making their recovery impossible even after dismissal from 
the hospitals ; the bones and tissues slowly withering in long 
lingering death in life ; — the motive being to prevent the re- 
turn of the wounded to active service. 

Such Germanic savagery is merely in accord with its 
violation of all the internationally adopted rules of Warfare, 
and of which Germany is the leading Signatory. 



HIS PRAYER OF HATE 

BY 

George Grant Morrison 

JilHE great cathedral trembles with the organ's 

thundering tones 
Of surging, vibrant melody, its soul of 

grandeur owns; 
And sweet and clear, so rich and full 

the Gloria ascends, 
It seems a choir of angels with the 

mortal chorus blends ; 
But thousands there that strive to check the 

tears and still the pain, 
Are swayed in muffled sobbing for their 

dear amid the slain ; 
Their own among the millions slaughtered — 

as the price of hate, 
So enthroned Greed and Vanity may 

rule in vaster State. 

/JTHE Royal Paranoiac sits apart in 

sumptuous chair. 

But on that insane visage naught of holy 

calm is there; 

And as the preacher's earnest words implore 

the Throne of Grace, 

For Love Divine to hallow all within 

that sacred place. 

The monarch sitting there aloof, assumes a 

sullen gaze. 

That deepens to a glare of hate — the 

while the pastor prays : 

Then he too, breathes a prayer, but silently 

with mind aflame, 

A Prayer of Hate, invoking dread 

. .• fulfillment in God's Name. 



[AR'S greatest Master of the Past, proclaimed 

that on the side 
Of heaviest battalions, God, Thou ever art 

allied : 
Am I not greater far, than he whose armies, 

as to mine 
Were absurd fractions of my hosts ? — my 

glories grander shine ! 
And since my arms are heaviest, why fail 

I then to crush 
These English, whose "contemptible small forces" 

make me blush? 
"Oh, God! I hate, how I do hate this England" — 

whom I jeer! 
"/ have one foe, and one alone; 'tis England" — 

whom I fear ! 

jHH Y hate is as all poisons, merged ; I hate 
2** like fires of hell : 

Yea, I shall place dread phosphorus concealed 

in shot and shell. 
So that the wounded enemy will know 

a thousand deaths 
In lingering, wasting agonies, before their 

final breaths : 
But "French and Russian matter not; I have 

one foe alone!" 
My "Battle is of bronze and steel," with 

poisons all my own: 
"/ hate with head; I hate with hand; 

I hate ivith hammer, crown;" 
But why cannot this hammering hate, 

strike hated England down ? 

AGAIN the organ rumbles into floods of 
richest sound; 
New souls of hearing waken, touched 

by new crescendos found : 
Then bursts the anthem, "Praise to God 

from whom all blessings flow:" 
The Kaiser glowers still with hate — 

"Plunge England into woe!" 
"My empire, over all, supreme : the world's 

dominion mine: 
Such is my bounden right, for I am 

nearest God, divine !" 
In crazed blaspheming vanity, his soul 

to hell is pawned ; 
Shall God stay mocked by such a mind 

from deep perdition spawned ? 



A Nation 

•like as an individual — 
may be 

Insane! 



Power 

is built upon a stupendous basis 
of innumerable fools. 



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